Wednesday 03 December 2014

Determination

Yes, I survived my first fasting day in months. My wife thought I was kidding myself, and that past 9pm, I’d raiding the fridge for anything to eat, even cauliflower (God forbid I’ll never get that desperate.)

She even asked whether I was ‘allowed’ fruits. I told her simply that I was allowed anything, as long as it was 500 kcal max on my fasting days, and that the bowl of porridge oats with whole milk I get for breakfast is roughly that. As a result, this is the only food I’m allowing myself to eat on my fast days. That and water.

She was still stunned that I could go for fasting like this, and I must admit that the headaches yesterday didn’t help. Thankfully, I was very tired from the night before, and by 10pm, I was fast asleep.

Still, she recognised me when she saw me sinking my teeth in the bacon cheddar sandwich she made me for lunch today. She was even suggesting that instead of doing this 5-2 diet, I should simply eat less.

She’s probably right. And I also want to go back out cycle, even though it’s bloody freezing out there. And I want to be able to run with the kids when the snow comes and they need me to pull the sleigh. I want to my shirts and suits to feel a little looser around the armpits and waits. And ultimately, I’d appreciate it if she saw me as a sexual object once in a while too. But before I can get there, I need to start somewhere, and 5-2 is the answer I have chosen to hack my mind into thinking that it’s cool to do things that are less comfortable than being a slob.

So, yes, It’s all about determination for me. Give me an early win, let me grab a hanging fruit. Just let me see a 1 kilo drop within a couple of weeks of 5-2, so I can punch the air and feel good about myself and never look back.

And that is the reason why I decided to reboot my 5-2 in December. Forget New Year’s resolution, I make my New Year’s resolution before the Christmas food fest. Even harder to handle when I will be at home with the kids all day. By then, the habit should have settled in, and so it should be easier.

With that said, fasting resumes tomorrow. Talk about testing my resolve !

Until then…

Friday 05 April 2013

MBD

Last night, I got an email from Rob, the MC of Men Behaving Dadly, aka MBD. In a word or two, MBD is the best thing on this good Earth next to the invention of sliced bread, automatic flush toilets and fuzzy logic chip-controlled programmable rice cookers.

Picture this: once a month, a bunch of dudes meet up on a Saturday morning for a couple of hours with their toddlers in a massive, three-roomed, playground at Fulwood Church (did I mention that I live in Sunny Sheffield?) The aim of the meeting is various and multiple:

  1. Let the toddlers play on the wooden slide, exchange infections, chase each other for 2 hours, turn the whole place into an indescribable mess and learn how to brutally and/or cunningly defend their turn on the wooden horse without arousing the said dudes’ suspicion.
  2. Get something to eat for everyone involved, with unlimited amounts of tea or coffee, fruit juices for the little ones. Around 11am, one dad leaves to get the order of butties (any yanks out there: first food-related item listed on Wikipedia) for everyone present. Rob and I spent numerous months figuring out which one was the best on offer and ultimately agreed that tomato & bacon with a dab of HPC sauce was swell to the ultimate degree. (Anyone interested in joining, you get it for free on your first meet.)
  3. Spend two hours away from the wife’s nagging, so you can spend two hours chatting with your mates about football, rugby, cricket, cars, holidays, past girlfriends (occasionally), but mostly how to earn enough husband points to best avoid the wife’s nagging.
  4. Give the wife a well deserved rest from the madness, so she has the time and freedom to get a hairdo, a bath, and/or a facial, go shoe shopping, meet with her girlfriends, or do whatever takes her fancy.
  5. As a result of 4, collect even more husband points (see 3, above), in some kind of a double-whammy, snowball effect. I need to say here that, when I heard Rob say one day that MBD had been started by two women, I got confirmation of what I had known all along: MBD is a female conspiracy to get rid of the husband and kids, which my own wife is happy to admit and strictly enforce!
  6. Redeem husband points during the ‘MBD Socials’.

And that was the reason for his email. There is a social next week, on Tuesday. Socials involve: meeting at the pub for a pint (will one be enough to last 45 mins ?), then cross the road for a curry. I never managed to attend, as my job demand lots of travel, but this time, I’m in town, and I’m determined to attend.

Issue is: if it’s on Tuesday, I can’t imagine splitting my 5-2 into Monday: fast, Tuesday: beer + curry, Wednesday: fast, Thursday onwards: normal. To me, if I want maximum effect from my fast, the 2 need to be consecutive !

So, I’ll be entering my second week of 5-2 diet next week, and I already have to make compromises and move days around. I doubt my body will notice the difference, though. And on my third week, I will pause the 5-2 because of my crazy travel to North America. The fourth week will be the test of my determination, I guess.

All of this makes me think that, as Frenchman, food for me is a very social experience. This episode makes me realize that fasting is very personal and meditative, and does not fit very well with a social lifestyle.

Fascinating…